We leave the shores to see the mountains risingA distant impression grwoingThis judgement creates the pain in we holdDestructive intentions that serve no purposeBut the end of us allThese vultures from the past, comingIn all the hells and worlds, the time has comeDelivered from their eyesEmbrace, suffer, destroy - gift of guiltThe shame and sorrow, self-condemnationFill all the gaps and the spaces, unyieldingBestowed upon us, devastating powerWe're building connective tissue to a maze of liesWe're left as starving orphansThe vital core is goneOur sins are all over and over again we swallowWe're sick and tired when this wind blowsThe reflex is insaneWe must forgive and stop blaming ourselves for this loveThese vultures from the past, comingIn all the hells and worlds, the time has comeDelivered from their eyesI'm leaving this behind - the gift of guilt